Grá Geal Mo Chroí - Maria Dunn

When the world is feeling cold
And the sky more grey than blue
And the snow it seems to fall
Heavy heartedly on you
Time to count your blessings
Though seemingly but few
Time to take a look at what's within and without you
For health is more than walking
And wealth much more than gold
But kindness overwhelming as a gentle hand to hold
So God bless us everyone
With the riches of the soul
And may hopelessness ne'er be the demon darkening our door
When the world is feeling cold
And the sky more grey than blue
And the snow it seems to lie
Heavy heartedly on you
Remember when you see us:
The hungry lame the meek
Who would feed us heal us
Keep us is the same one that you seek
For joy is more than dancing
Good cheer much more than wine
But love is all enfolding as beholding hearts entwined
So God bless us everyone
With the riches of the soul
And may hopelessness ne'er be the demon
Darkening our door
When the world is feeling cold
And the sky more grey than blue
And the snow it seems to lie
Heavy heartedly on you
To the counting house of blessings
May we often chance to stray
And in company together
Spend many’s the night and day
So God bless us everyone
With the riches of the soul
And may hopelessness ne'er be the demon
Darkening our door
So God bless us everyone
With the riches of the soul
And may hopelessness ne'er be the demon
Darkening our door
And may hopelessness ne'er be the demon
Darkening our door
And may hopelessness ne'er be the demon
Darkening our door